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boxcutter - abq world. lyrics

[intro]
yeah
(*stuttering*)

[verse]
14, don’t needa hear that i’m this sort of rapper don
‘cuz all of these names plastered on me make me look like picasso drawin’s
a young mind, dumb fine, but yo money path is wrong
‘cuz when the market crash, oh dawg, it ain’t so funny after all
clap and slap ya moms, my passion raw
the f*ck these f*ggots on?
a 12*pack of alcohol, drunk on a reservoir in massa, child
oh, you rap for laughter, huh?
slice off ya now non*attached arm
half*off prices for the tightest packs that’s ours (that’s my sh*t bruh!)
(abq world, cookin’ up your meth)
after seein’ me laughin’, teachers think i should be on adderall
competition actin’ hard? i’ll tear down they whole avalon
i got 2 pearls on, in case jews world gon’ sabotage (*stuttering*)
my crew on top, you in the parkin’ lot, not even on the grass at all (you even gon’ play??!)
i scored two touchdowns and raped ya pops before the halftime starts
have karma strike back at me? i’d rather have to call a pastor “god”
oh, you think my style’s mad “lamar”?
i think it’s more boxcutter slash in arms
calf cut off a b*tch that’s ass is lookin’ like a apricot
i rob a fat f*ggot off his motherf*ckin’ apple watch
(*stuttering*)
he chattin’ crazy on board, but irl, he can’t master talk
his b*tch ass up actin all motherf*ckin’ asher roth
she grab my b*lls like it’s a maraca (yeah)
(what she look like?)
she lookin’ like obama’s b*tch
i’m so rich, that i could buy some lobster colored cadillacs
and pass ’em back unbothered, get a payment from j, it’s not that alarmin’
(abq world, cookin’ up your meth)
run inside the fog, almost died runnin’ past a log
this some the best work inside of my catalog
(abq world)
b*tch sucked the lever, you ain’t sh*t, you’s a balrog
world, we’s a trendsetter, you ain’t bet*better at all (abq world, cookin’ up your meth)
we overtakin’, let us in (cookin’ up your meth)
spin your safe padlock
i do a little bit of ever*y*thing, meth, weed, and ashes
y’all, i hate tellin’ people our plans, but— (*stuttering*)
all these corporations gon’ get destroyed like babylon
[outro]
f*ck you mean, yo?
(abq world, cookin’ up your meth)
f*ck you talkin’ ’bout, i’m wack?
nah, who the f*ck are you? yo?
i just spat that sh*t, what? 6th take?
(abq world, cookin’ up your meth)
motherf*ck* who the f*ck are you?!
aye, talk this sh*t! talk this sh*t on a record right now
talk this sh*t on a record, you ain’t doin’ that!
(abq world, cookin’ up your meth)
abq world overtakin’ bruh! i swear!
a’ight, i’m out
f*ck y’all (abq world, cookin’ up your meth)

- abq world lyrics

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